Cemeteries have always been a place I enjoy walking for their quiet rolling hills and untouched trees. I love the texture and color of weathered grave markers for the way, over time, nature replaces the human touch of carved names with the dramatic effects of wind and weather.
Referencing photographs I took during my visits to two cemeteries from the 1700s,
this series explores the metaphorical connection between the solid object of remembrance and the ephemeral imagined space of a doorway.
The curved black forms read visually as both object and space and the repetition of abstract form and pattern with slight differentiations in palette and texture explore the materiality of imagined weather and weight.